The good news is, Joe was fine. A little stern talking-to and he was promising to call me next time he was annoyed.... at the VERY least so I could go and get drunk with him! Still, it's not as if I've never drunk alone before (*winces at memory*). The anniversary of being dumped + Vodka + "Jamie Saves our bacon" = bad times. On the plus side, this week has been RAMMED with shifts - I literally worked every day except Monday and Friday. And even then, I worked Friday (just not at the pub). I'm gonna be LOADED!!
So, where were we? Ah yes, Friday. Started off strangely well, despite being asked to work a day shift at Mum's shop. I've discovered the secret to early morning starts (ie: arriving and being READY to work at 7-frigging-30) simply take ProPlus!Why the HELL did I never think of that before? By the time we arrived I was bouncing around happily and working harder than ever all morning - it usually takes till my 1st break to wake up! (Well, sausage and egg butty does tend to help....) Legged it to Lidl on the way home for a cheap bottle of wine and made preparations to jump a train to Liverpool.
Kyle had moved into a new flat and was throwing an illustrous flat-warming party. Fuck me, if he'd moved into Buckingham PALACE, I wouldn't have been quite so impressed. It was a goddamn PIMP-flat - concierge and all. Was quite embarrassing when I failed to recognise his flatmate, but soon got into the swing of things and before I knew it - I'd drank a bottle of wine within 45 minutes and Kyle and I were out on the balcony catching up on old times. Not to mention he told me something EXPLOSIVE he did a few days ago. I'm taking it to the grave, I'm afraid, but sadly, it seems like he and his boyfriend are on the way out.....
The party was soon getting a bit mental - well, when I say that I mean more people arrived, and soon I was stood on my own in a bedroom, drunkenly calling Joe and telling him I was "so into him" (Man, I'm classy). Luckily he enthusiastically returned the statement, and soon it became a 50-minute long conversation out on Kyle's flatmate's balcony (I know, I know, if I was anyone else I'd make myself sick). Rang him again later on the main balcony, only to have my phone snatched away by some shrieking blonde girls ("Ohmigod - Is this Kat's boyfriend??!") I'd never met before..... before spending a further 10 minutes locked in the loo moaning about drama students and how I love them and are part of their world..... but at the same time mostly despise some of them and how superficial and vaucous the whole thing is. I'm such a traitor! But truthfully, after 2 hours, doing the whole shrieking "Oh HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII - how are YOU???!! Haven't seen you in AAAAAAAAAAAGES, what you UP TO????!!" (*hug hug hug*) thing with people you never even really hung out with can get incredibly wearing......
Anyway, it was mostly a good night. We traipsed off to Heebies, drunk before we even left the flat. I spent all night chatting to some random 1st year lad, who seemed wise beyond his wee years and claimed to know EVERYTHING about women. Bless him. Actually, who knows? Maybe he does. Anyway, we pretty much hung out all night, cynically commenting on everything and doing weird dance moves to songs we knew. Kyle buggered off to be dramatic and sullen somewhere just before "Billie Jean" came on, so I was left to dance on my own with a load of ex-peers. It's amazing how alone you can sometimes feel when you're surrounded with people.....
Thankfully, we soon called it a night and ran back to Kyle's (after me and 1st Year legged it to a takeaway). All I remember about the rest of the evening was chatting to 1st year whilst standing on the balcony, listening to Kyle's flatmate play songs on his guitar. Cue me: belting out an impassioned and outstandingly loud rendition of Backstreet Boy's "I want it that way" out over the massive complex (collection of appartments, whatever you call it).
After a brief discussion/fight over "who's sleeping where," Kyle chose me to accompany him in bed. Well, to be fair - at the end of the night he'd been getting all upset in his room (over his boyfriend troubles), and being comforted by several party guests - including his ex. So chances are likely, he picked me as the only one who probably wasn't going to be a bit TOO comforting (ie: try and sleep with him). Fair dos.
The next morning felt like Death. I woke up to a chirpy "Is someone hungover?" text off Joe and a snoring Kyle - who, I''m embarrassed to say, I nearly went to spoon, before realising that I wasn't, in fact, in bed with Joe. Took about 5 years for everyone to wake up (I sat outside and rang Joe from the balcony again) but we eventually shuffled out for a hangover breakfast - mercilessly piss-taking George for kissing someone a bit too noisily on the sofa, about a foot away from an alarmed 1st Year, and discussing what would be the freakiest, most alarming thing you could do/say when getting in a lift with a stranger. Put it this way - I can't remember the last time I CRIED laughing.
After having a weird "Let's get back to mine for a nap" session at Kyle's (which we couldn't do because we were all still laughing too hard) I decided to flee.... work was calling, sadly. Evening shift though, which was rare for me to get on a Saturday! Got home, did my shift, ground down, eventually getting picked up by Joe, who was originally meeting me Sunday instead. But after it turned out (through a series of texts) that he was out of the house with his car, we decided it'd be more fun to go straight back to his. So he came to pick me up at midnight, and damn - after a hard shift, my heart did sort of flutter when he walked in.......
Sunday was pretty great. We hung out all day, he dropped me off at my shift in the afternoon, and in the evening we went to Chiquito's and watched "The Final Destination" in 3D, which was UNBELIEVABLE, and kicked the shit out of Harry Potter 6, as it was 3D all the way through. And DAMN, seeing all that gore in 3D is pretty shocking. But it was a fantastic film, despite blatantly being an unnessary addition to the trilogy.
Was kinda wonderful having a 3-day weekend with him.... almost making up for the missing Friday. It's pretty sweet actually - today's Bank Holiday, which meant he was off, obviously. But then he's got Thursday and Friday booked off for his birthday - so technically, he's only in work 2 days this week! Good times.
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Current Mood: tired but peaceful
Current Music: "Remedy" - Little Boots
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